Page 120 of Seven Lost Summers
Her back arches the second I’m inside.
I watch Nate, drinking in every detail. The way his brows pinch together, that perfect crease of raw pleasure etched into his face. His eyes roll half-shut, lashes low as his mouth parts on a guttural breath. He’s fucking gorgeous in this state, caught in the moment, unraveling while she’s strung tight between us, stretched and trembling, every inch of her giving in.
“You feel that?” My voice drops low. “My fingers in your tight little pussy while your mouth’s stuffed full of cock?”
She moans again, louder this time, a sound that makes Nate release a groan from deep in his chest. His hips jerk forward, a rough, hungry thrust that has her gag slightly.
“Fuck…” Nate’s voice is raw as hell, his hips grinding in like he can’t decide if he wants to drag this out or lose it right here. His breath comes harsher now, sharp, broken gasps spilling out—the kind that mean he’s too far gone to hold back anymore.
His rhythm falters for a split second before he drives in again, faster, harder. His cock slides deep, his hips rolling with every thrust like he’s chasing the edge he can’t escape.
“Fuck… fuck, Q…” he groans, voice cracking, every word a punch of want and pleasure. “Fuck, I’m gonna come. Gonna come in that filthy little mouth of yours.”
I pump my fingers harder, curling them deep as my tongue lashes her clit, and she screams around his cock, the sound nearly fucking killing me.
Nate lets out a guttural moan, his head snapping back, neck tight as his whole body locks up. His hips slam forward once, twice, before he spills into her mouth.
“Fuck!” he growls. His body jerks with each pulse of release, his breath coming hard and broken as she swallows every drop down like it’s the easiest fucking thing in the world.
I don’t stop. My fingers keep fucking her, my mouth still working her clit, sucking and licking her through every twitch and spasm. Her thighs clamp weakly around my head, her whole body jerking between us, and all I can think is how much this is going to ruin her.
Nate finally pulls back, his cock sliding from her lips with a wet, obscene sound that twists my gut. He’s breathing as if he’s been running, his hand still buried in her hair, staring down at her fucked-out face.
Her lips are swollen, wet, and her eyes glassy as she tries to breathe around what we’ve both put her through.
I push my fingers deeper, twisting them exactly right, and her body bows off the bed again, a hoarse, broken moan spilling from her throat.
“Good fucking girl,” Nate rasps above her. He leans down and presses a soft kiss to her lips. Afterward his eyes lift to mine. That look. It slams into me harder than anything. Dark, heated, and full of something I don’t have a name for. “Make her come, Theo. I wanna watch her fucking fall apart.”
It isn’t only the words. It’s the fact that he’s the one saying them to me. Wanting me to shatter her while he’s right there.
A sound rips from my chest, half-groan, half-growl, vibrating against her soaked skin as I double the pace—faster, harder, relentless—until every flick of my tongue has her hips jerking, while every curl of my fingers inside her drags another cry from her throat.
“Fuck…” I mutter against her. She’s dripping all over my hand, slick running down my wrist, and still her body keeps clenching, squeezing me in desperate, pulsing waves.
Her moans splinter into raw little sobs. Her thighs try to snap shut, shaking so hard I can barely hold them apart, but Nate’s hands move on instinct, keeping her spread wide for me.
I suck her clit between my lips, hard and filthy, tongue grinding against that swollen nub while my fingers fuck her mercilessly. Her entire body bows tight, spine snapping off the bed as a strangled scream tears from her throat.
And then she breaks.
She comes hard, soaking my hand, wet heat spilling over my fingers as her pussy clenches and convulses. A sudden rush hits, spraying across my wrist, splattering down my arm. She’s squirting, coming so fucking hard it’s pouring out of her, and I groan into her cunt, licking her through it, desperate to taste every drop of her while she comes apart on my hand.
“Holy fuck,” Nate growls. His fingers dig into her thighs, keeping her open while Quinn gushes all over me.
It’s everywhere, splattering against my wrist, dripping down to the sheets as her pussy pulses hard. She moans, head tipping back, body jerking with each rush that spills out of her, soaking me until I’m drenched in it.
“Jesus Christ,” Nate breathes again, lower this time, almost reverent.
His gaze flicks to mine and it lands. This moment isn’t only her coming. It’s something else.
We’ve fucked groupies who were wet and willing and gone before the sheets cooled. But this… This is new. We’ve never had anything like this.
My lips pull into a grin against her pussy as I drag my tongue slowly over her clit, tasting every drop. Pride burns through my chest. I’ve always wanted to make a girl snap so hard she fucking squirts. But with the others, it never mattered enough to try.
Not until Quinn.
Nate lets out a low, shaky laugh, the sound dark and hungry. “We’ve never… fuck, Theo… never had a girl do that before.” His voice drops to a whisper, almost like he can’t quite believe it.
